I think I'm in a prolonged state of melancholy. Everyone has left me now, and here I am all by myself left with nothing but the hugest "to do" list ever. It's depressing. Work is still going really well and is, thankfully, keeping me busy during the day. Tonight is my first night running solo, I'm kinda creeped out.
I miss my husband, my sister, my brother-in-law, my nieces, and my friends.
Does anyone else get so overwhelmed with the stuff that they have to do that they don't do it and then make themselves even more depressed? That's how I'm feeling. The strange thing is that now that I'm done with school I actually do have a ton more free time. Unfortunately, I keep filling it with stuff, and don't really feel like I have much down time. I've realized I'm a lot more introspective than I thought I was, and that I require a lot more quiet time than I thought I did. So, I guess I'll just keep trying to forge ahead with balance. Pray for me.
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I just make sure I don't have to do stuff, and then I get depressed for being irresponsible. Slightly different. :)
If there is any of it I can do just let me know. If I can ease your burden at all I'd like to.
Please sleep, my darling, sleep
Your cry for inspiration
Never reaches ears on distant stars
And every night, our lonely planet
Slides across the universe
And I won't pretend I understand
Please sleep, my darling, sleep
Your death by information
Won't disturb the peace on distant stars
And even when you lock the doors
And slide behind the unlit shades
None of us are strangers anymore
Fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
Please, sleep my darling, sleep
Your car crash in slow motion
Won't upset the pace on distant stars
And one by one the years of our lives
Stumble as the moments pass
So please hold on, please hold on
Fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
How come a little poetry (even coming from a song), can make you feel better....
Thanks my love.
I do exactly the same thing. Maybe it's genetic. If so we can just blame it on mom and dad.
~Pammy
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